FanFic: Demon's Delight

[ReneeLouvier]

*dances in happiness* I HAVE A TRILOGY!!!!

And I never even knew it. YAY!!!!!

 

[Beauregard]

I think at one point he was refered to in my story as a Koonekktt, but I decided I didn't like that. Effy calls him a Clumsworth.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Clumsworth...I really like that.

Cause, he's clumsy, and he's really worth....something. XD

 

[Beauregard]

Hehe! *squee* Cause, he's clumsy, and he's really worth....something! I love it! *adopts it as my catchphrase*

Bea{Cause, he's clumsy, and he's really worth....something.}regard

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Seven

He was starting to pace a bit, gripping his sycthe. He knew his son had tried to do the unspeakable. The unthinkable.

"It's not that unthinkable, dear. We created him to what he is. He thrives off of that chaos." A soft voice replied to the figures thoughts.

"YES. BUT WHY DOES HE PERSUE THEM SO MUCH? THAT I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND..." Death said, looking down into the firey pits below him. He saw those cursed souls not given holy rights writhing in the flames. He smiled a little bit.

"He is how he is. We cannot change how he behaves, Death." Life softly said, sitting in her resplendent white and cream colored stone throne. Death turned and looked at her. He was angry, but he wasn't sure how to deal with Eli.

"BUT....WE CAN CHANGE HOW THE OUTLOOK OF LIFE IS TO HIM." He growled softly, smirking evilly.

Life didn't seem to understand, she stood up, and tilted her head, curious as to what her love was thinking. "Are you saying....we let him feel as they feel? Take away...his immortality?"

"YES, WE LET HIM TRUELY FEEL THE PAIN, AND THE SUFFERING. PUT HIM THROUGH IT AS HE AS PUT THEM THROUGH IT." Death laughed out loud, staring upwards to the living world, the cold, cruel laughter echoing throughout the passageways and caverns. Life merely stood there, softly smiling. She knew he had to go through with it, or he would never learn.

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Eli was still in a heap on the floor, suddenly, sharp....somethings ripped through his body. He sat up, but it was too sudden, the feeling of a thousand hot irons being driven through his body made him freeze still. He closed his eyes, thinking.

'This...this must be pain....maybe....I'm dying?' He looked over at Scooter. He was flipping though his clipboard, he had elected to keep watch over Eli, until they could figure out what to do with him. It was almost a whole day after he had attacked Beauregard and Robin.

"What's with you?" Scooter asked him, not looking up from his clipboard. His voice was cold, to Eli's ears.

Eli felt sympthy for Scooter...for what he had done to him. He suddenly knew, deep in that cold black heart of his....he was wrong for what he had tried to do.

Scooter wheeled over to the coffee pot, and got another cup of it. He turned around and glanced at Eli, who was now staring at him.

"You even move buddy, and I'll run you over, got it??"

Eli stayed silent, still watching Scooter.

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"If you can just loan me this money, I can finally purchase this place, and we'll have plays and other things running in no time, Eli!!" The cigar-chomping muppet replied speedily to Eli, as he was looking over the papers for the deed in one hand, the loan papers in the other.

"...It's rundown, Jerry. It's not worth the time or the money." Eli remarked, looking at the old place. The seats were halfway gone, either burned or ripped up. The stage had weak boards and some were missing. The floor creaked, and the roof leaked. And it was said that phantoms resided in this old theatre.

"Just a little sprucing up...and it'll be great!!!" Jerry was trying to make good points with this man. He really wanted to buy this theatre, it would help him so much he thought. He balanced a small boy in his arms while walking down the aisle, Eli following soon after. He turned and started to hand the little boy off to Eli.

"Could you hold him for a second, I'll go and check the lighting arrangement in here."

"Certainly, Jerry." Eli replied, now holding the small boy. He was probably only a year old. A soft fringe of red hair framing his head. He already had glasses at that time, and he smiled at the black clothed man.

Eli called back to Jerry, curiously. "What is this boy's name, Jerry?"

"It's Scooter!! He's my sisters son!! Little bug's smart as a whip too!!" Jerry pulled down the lever, and the lights flickered on, most of them were working, except for two here and there.

Eli tickled Scooters chest, making small baby noises to him. He always enjoyed babies. They were so cute he thought. Scooter sneezed loudly, his glasses starting to fall off of his face. Eli gently pushed them back up.

Jerry walked out from behind the backstage area, and was tapping on a calcuator feverishly. "Um...we'll probably need about $10,000 of a loan, just to fix up the theatre itself....and another $3,000 just to start up our first plays in here..."

The man in black nearly dropped Scooter, hearing this much money that was needed. "WHAT!? You can't fix this old dingy theatre for LESS then that!?"

"I'm sorry, Eli. It's just what it comes out too!!"

Eli stared at Jerry, keeping a good hold on the little boy in his arms. Then...he smiled.

"I have.....a small proposition for you, Mr. Grosse." He cradled Scooter against his chest, looking down at the small boy for a moment. The baby was about asleep now. "We've been good business partners for awhile. And even then good friends, am I right?"

Jerry smiled. "Yes, we have, Eli."

"Good....what say....we make a small trade?"

"A trade? What are you talking about??"

Eli smiled, his fangs showing. "The boy....for this theatre."

Jerry reached forward and grabbed Scooter out of his arms. "You can't have him. I'd rather loose this theatre then my nephew!"

Eli smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh...not now, my dearest friend....let him grow up some...enjoy life."

He saw Jerry wasn't exactly biting on it. "How about we do this then? When he gets older, allow him to leave this town, or send him off to college....then...we he comes back, and this theatre makes a modest profit....then, I shall have the boy."

"What kind of 'modest profit' are we talking about?"

"Just enough to cover the loan I would be giving you. That's $13,000, plus interest."

Jerry thought about it. And he thought somemore, looking down at the small baby in his arms. 'Let him grow up, and move away....then when he comes back, and after this place makes a modest profit....he would have him then. I'd like this theatre to do well, but....he could very well be 40 before it does that well!'

He stood up, and he frowned for a moment. Then he looked over at Eli. "Alright...I guess....I'll do it."

Eli pulled out a checkbook and started to write out a check. Jerry placed his hand on Eli's.

"What would happen should he die, before it happens??"

"I would simply take your soul, dear friend." Eli smirked, and continued to write the check out to Jerry Peters Grosse.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Whoa! Plot twist! Wasn't expecting that flashback to Eli, Jerry and baby Scooter. Wow! It's really great though, I'm still on the edge of my seat!

 

[The Count]

Whoa... Talk about a major switch. So, now Eli's gonna have the shoe on the other foot? Let's see how it fits him.

And the arrangement to have the theater... Spooky, even evoking the well-wraught description of the place's conditions from the fire that took Uncle Deadly's life.
Guess Rumplestiltskin gave you some inspiration. Well enough, let's see how this goes on from here.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Eight

Deadly was pacing in the theatre, looking obviously worried and a little disturbed. Eleanor was slowly trying to scrub the drawings off of the walls of the dressing rooms. She looked back at Deadly and she frowned.

"You fool, making a rut in the floor is not going to help." She went back to scrubbing the walls. Deadly walked over there and slipped off his old tattered brown jacket, and started to help her.

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Sadie looked over at Kermit. He still held Robin in his arms. The poor little frog was exhausted, he had been so near death....literally and figurtively as well. Poor guy was sleeping on Kermits chest, as Kermit slept himself. Skeeter was outside doing some karate with Clifford, just trying to keep her mind off of what happened.

She thought of Scooter and Beauregard, and how close they had both gotten to Eli. 'Too close...' She pondered. 'How did they get away from him? Could it be death had spared their lives?'

She watched Robin again, and she smiled softly...for a moment.

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"Heeeyyyy!!!!" Scooter yelled, as Eli was holding him in his arms, looking down at him lovingly.

"I...I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...." Eli mumbled, still holding Scooter in his arms. He delicately brushed his hand over Scooter's head. "I'm so sorry little baby....I'm so sorry...."

Scooter looked up at Eli, and frowned. He tried to move out of Eli's arms, but it was hard. He had a tight grip on the boy, coddling over him. He wondered if Eli had gone insane, or merely was trying to trick him into letting his guard down..

 

[The Count]

Short chapter, but it helps alleviate the situation.

The ghouls working at the theater, cleaning up...
Kermit and Robin asleep, they need it.
Skeeter outside practicing karate with Clifford... Hee, he'll regret it in the morning.

 

[redBoobergurl]

I liked this chapter even if it was short! Look forward to more!